Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1752 1724. Alcibiades

"Cassandra, Lan, Triss." Barnabas' voice was mixed with the sound of sea breeze and breaking waves. "Are you excited about the upcoming game?"

Apart from anything else, just from his tone, Barnabas himself was excited enough.

The sanctity of the Olympic Games was particularly effective for this superstitious, one-eyed old sea captain.

"Of course." Cassandra smiled unconsciously and turned to look at the witcher and the sorceress. "What about you?"

Although he only felt it was a hassle at first, he wanted to return to Sparta with the laurel wreath for the sake of his family.

But Cassandra was a native Greek after all, and the ancient Greek mythology influenced every Greek. The glory of the Olympics and the legends of the champions were also spread back and forth between city-states and merchant ships.

As the Olympic Games are just around the corner, it's natural to get excited.

"Haha, me too!"

Lan's feelings towards the Olympic Games may be even more special than those of Cassandra, a local.

He responded with a cheerful smile, and his eyes, adjusted by surgery and optical therapy, were already looking at the palace complex on the distant mountain from a long distance away.

At this moment, Triss felt the sea breeze blowing up her hair and skirt, and she smiled and leaned against the witcher.

On the Aegean Sea, the azure sky and ocean, the white clouds, the colors of the vegetation on the occasional passing island...all the colors are normal, yet they all appear bright and clean.

Plus the demon hunter around him.

Triss raised her head, squinting her eyes and smiling in the sea breeze.

The witcher's hair was flying in the air like melted silver, and his cheerful smile seemed as beautiful, clean and full of vitality as the sea!
Triss didn't have any special feelings for the Olympic Games. In fact, she still didn't know what the difference was between these games and the tournaments that the Temeria royal family sometimes held in Vizima.

But Lan's mood has infected her, and she will feel happy along with Lan's cheerfulness.

"This sports meet will definitely be fun, haha!"

The sorceress was not a reserved little girl. Triss also laughed loudly in the sea breeze, wantonly and unrestrained.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Herodotus couldn't help but recite a poem.

"A warrior's feet are so strong that even the sand will not shake. His spirit and strength are higher than the sky, and the Spartans will never fall."

"WTF?"

Herodotus was a learned man, speaking slowly and clearly, but Thesticles obviously did not understand the Greek poem.

Out of respect for the famous athlete, Herodotus added some additional explanation.

"It's a poem, a poem by a Spartan poet."

"Oh." The athlete made a half-understanding sound about the poem itself, but he still understood the final source of the poem, "Yeah! Sparta!"

The Spartans cheered with a simple sense of national pride.

Amid the cheers of Thesticles, the ship gradually approached the shore.

Elis was to welcome tourists, athletes, and influential people from all over the Greek world to attend or watch the Olympic Games, and their port was well built.

The ground was compacted with pebbles mixed with sand and soil, with a few puddles of water on it, but they had not developed into mud.

There are many pink petals scattered on the ground of the port, which seems to have welcomed many people. There are also many unused petals piled up by the port.

However, those who were sent here by a "small ship" would definitely not receive such treatment.

Jump from the edge of the Adrestia's deck, which had no guardrails at all, to the ground of the port.

As usual, the crew members would not stray too far from the ship. Even if they went to a brothel or a casino, they could basically do it at the port.

After all, for port builders, a good port is one that can squeeze the pockets of every crew member who disembarks along the way.

The port can cover the crew’s food, clothing, housing, transportation, and entertainment expenses.

Normally at this time, Barnabas would go off the ship with the crew to relax, then inspect the condition of the Adrestia and prepare for the next voyage.

But this is the Olympics! The sporting event that honors the gods the most!

The superstitious Barnabas was definitely going to Olympia this time, so he left the ship to the crew.

However, the entry into the port, which was originally uneventful and even Lan En and his companions thought would be uneventful, did attract some people's attention.

"Hey!"

A man's voice, but the voice was unexpectedly... gentle.

Not far from the port, a white-haired man wearing a purple Athenian robe that exposed his right shoulder and chest was jumping happily and waving towards this side.

"Alcibiades?" Lan led the group and approached him with strange expressions, "Why are you here?" "Hehe, although the way you talk nonsense is also very charming, it is a waste of your equally sexy wisdom, Lan."

Alcibiades fiddled with the golden olive leaf necklace on his naked chest and looked at the witcher with amusement.

"This is the Olympics! All of Greece! Who wouldn't want to come and see it if they had the chance?"

The person behind arrived just one step short of Lan En.

Alcibiades was like a host or organizer, opening his arms openly and welcoming the people getting off the ship in a high-spirited tone like an announcer.

"Welcome to the Olympic Games! The Sacred Truce has long been observed! The event itself has now officially begun!"

"Wow," Cassandra, who was also an acquaintance, looked him up and down, "It's really surprising to see you wearing clothes, Alcibiades."

"After all, it's still early."

The once famous beautiful boy of Athens, now a beautiful man, teased with his usual glib tongue.

"Of course, if it's a beauty like you and Lan En who invites me, then I don't care whether it's early or late... indoors or outdoors, even in a lion's den, I'm fine with it!"

"Thank you for the compliment," Cassandra said, having long since gotten used to it. "But never mind."

Alcibiades responded: "I can only express my regrets."

On the other side, Triss, who had felt refreshed when she just got off the boat, now looked back and forth between Lan and Alcibiades with an incredulous look.

The witcher immediately understood what she was thinking.

"The Greeks are very... open-minded, you know that, right, Triss?" Lan lowered his head and whispered in Triss's ear. "Alcibiades is also considered very... playful among the Greeks."

"He is indeed... obsessed with me." Lan En chose a more conservative statement, "But he never pesters others and never goes against their wishes. You also saw what he did after being rejected by Cassandra."

"Although he's glib, he's very measured and respectful. Very natural..." Lan En paused, the corner of his mouth twitching, "The kind of naturalness that makes me want to beat him up but can't find a reason."

"Tsk!" Triss couldn't help but let out a sound of gritting her teeth when she heard that. "Is... that so?"

To be honest, as a sorceress, Triss had seen a lot, and she was also a royal advisor serving in the Temeria court.

On weekdays, noble ladies would ask her for aphrodisiacs or abortion pills, while noble men would ask her for aphrodisiacs. These things could even be said to be a sorcerer's job.

Generally speaking, this is to maintain the blood inheritance and family lineage of the nobles. The importance of fertility to the nobles is self-evident.

How many dynasties were killed because they could not produce heirs, resulting in a bunch of people with inferior inheritance rights jumping out to claim legitimacy and then killing each other in droves?
When it comes to things like inheritance rights, if you take a backseat, the number of people will suddenly soar!

With the orthodox claim, naturally there will be a bunch of ambitious people coming to assist, to see if they can accomplish something big. It is not surprising that they fight each other.

Therefore, Triss, or any warlock with the title of royal advisor, has basically seen these things about noble childbirth and the decadent lives of nobles.

In the feudal era, the ruler's birth was a national event, and much of the power of the royal advisors came from this.

But it was precisely because Triss had seen so much that she was surprised by the "talent" of Alcibiades.

There are many people with open sexual preferences, but at the same time there are not many who know their limits and are not annoying.

"Oh, Lann dear, I hear you talking about me?"

Speaking in a dramatic voice, Alcibiades looked at Lan and Triss with amusement.

"We were talking about your beauty and your wit." Lan En responded without hesitation.

"Come on, I know you're lying to me. But you're willing to lie to me, so I have to say it." The handsome Athenian man raised his eyebrows, "It's really thoughtful."

"Be modest, Alcibiades," Lann reminded him kindly. "Be modest."

"I'm still trying to restrain myself and haven't even come within two steps of you. How about you introduce me to the beauty next to you?"

With a snap, Lan En covered his forehead with his hands: "That's why I told you to be careful!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Alcibiades." Triss giggled, "But this beauty you are talking about is only owned by him."

As she spoke, Triss wrapped her arms around Lan's and her shoulders, as if she was under Lan's protection.

And as Lann introduced, this famous handsome man in Athens was very polite after being rejected.

"The gods are so partial. They give all the strength and beauty to one person."

He just complained like this, and then the frivolous and frivolous attitude towards Triss just now turned into pure friendly teasing.

"Okay," Cassandra comforted Alcibiades, who had not found an ideal bed partner tonight, "By the way, why are you here? Did you participate in an Olympic event?"

"Of course!" The handsome Athenian man nodded without hesitation, "I sometimes enjoy some physical activities that are not in bed."

(End of this chapter)